THE face of day is haggard, The eye of day is blear, And troubled is the earth, For the storm steals near; But the kine are in the grass-land, Grazing without fear, And busily the mill-wheel Hums by the weir. The kine are in the grass-land, Grazing without fear, But the shepherd in the mountains And the sheep-dogs hear The mutter of the thunder, The first low thunder, The rumble of the thunder On the moor and the mere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES BROADWAY IN THE OZARKS: NIGHT by BETTY CORBETT BASSETT ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |